Illusion of Pixels

They say I got thick blood  

In those empty tubes in my wrists 
Rushing through them like a flood 
From my head to my fists 

But What they don't know is 
My arms and limbs are screwed on 
an electric kinesis 
fusion of charged protons 

My chromosomes are replaced
With endless chains of 1s and 0s
And my DNA has transformed 
Into a computer binary code

To them I'm not a human 
 Not independent nor free
Not man nor woman
But a computer
Created in a factory

I'm just a robot, an iron puppet
One they can use as they desire
So they keep unplugging me from my sockets
To overheat my system and set it on fire

But Once They call my name
 I’m their device
Placed on a store shelf 
and sold for a price
I was put together 
By old tools, so imprecise
Living on this earth  
But looking for paradise 

I'm just a walking picture
 on a television screen
My body is Part
of a moving machine 

I'm just a product of a system
A collection of genes
Assembled together 
In a body of a teen